Impasse Oh won't you come and live with me? I would; but I can't, as you know, as you know. Oh won't you come and live with me? I would; but I can't, as you know, as you know. Oh won't you come and live with me? I would; but I can't, as you know, as you know. I would; but I can't, as you know, as you know. I would; but I can't, as you know, as you know. - Brian A. J. Salchert 2008-08-29
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Friday, August 29, 2008
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Monday, August 25, 2008
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Scatterings Repetitions 2 Spirits of flowers spear through earth Bodies of angels breathe through air Fire washes Water burns In rusting cages gods men (from the never-to-be A Tree Full of Wind) - Brian A. J. Salchert 2008-08-25
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Scatterings Repetitions redheads on bicycles in the park we remember floating / upturned faces blind the sun (from the never-to-be A Tree Full of Wind) - Brian A. J. Salchert
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Scatterings March 1, 1972 Snow streaks waves waves through oaks and maples my eyes 'n' bones the hemorrhaged sky (from the never-to-be A Tree Full of Wind) - Brian A. J. Salchert 2008-08-25
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Scatterings Pattern Life Death The spinning of stars (from the never-to-be A Tree Full of Wind) - Brian A. J. Salchert 2008-08-25
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Scatterings Recognition and Resolve Too long have I lived in death the frail armor of self-pity the galleons of Romance and let this century dangle from my wrists like rough unwanted charms. I will give my body to the woman I love delight the flowers to their earthy soles and the works of men to their fingered highs. (from the never-to-be A Tree Full of Wind) - Brian A. J. Salchert 2008-08-25
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Scatterings Emptiness * Here we are in the Rathskeller with the deadly poets of old It is after eight pm Blue Tale Fly is setting up Between my thumb and index finger an Old Milwaukee bottle edges around ** My second time at the Grand The skin-flick's bad yet makes me aware we are locked in cages of fantasies where the rich earths mix with the poor *** Squat on the frontroom rug with me Let my voice hold your spirit Rocks don't want waters to win Wasps are at odds with honey bees Desires rage through roses Wrestlers flip and groan (from the never-to-be A Tree Full of Wind) - Brian A. J. Salchert 2008-08-25
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Scatterings To ____ Stars fall, and grasses . . . and hearts. . . . Wherever light slices, I still move and you move, and stand apart: pulsing, changing, denied. Worlds turn, touch. Woosh! Woom! (from the never-to-be A Tree Full of Wind) - Brian A. J. Salchert 2008-08-25
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Scatterings The air shifts swallows light voices (from the never-to-be A Tree Full of Wind) - Brian A. J. Salchert 2008-08-25
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Scatterings Parable as the hummingbird gives to in the wind as the clover in the sun as the stone in the rain (from the never-to-be A Tree Full of Wind) - Brian A. J. Salchert 2008-08-25
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Scatterings Reflection .5 It is almost midnight again; though I've looked at myself continually, when the moment comes I know I will be the same. Somewhere bells. It is Sunday morning again. (from the never-to-be A Tree Full of Wind) - Brian A. J. Salchert 2008-08-25
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Scatterings Preface Our atoms are so unstable now we gladly return to pyramids aqueducts spires whatever no longer lives-- a tree full of wind [ Note: On February 5, 1972, I began in a small hardbound notebook what was intended to be a book of poems: A Tree Full of Wind. ] - Brian A. J. Salchert 2008-08-25
Sunday, August 24, 2008
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Humans Being Each turns to each. Each turns to everyone. When we really see, We know who we are. (Recall a time when an other or others helped you.) Each turns to each. Each turns to everyone. When we really see, We know who we are. (Recall a time when you helped an other or others.) Each turns to each. Each turns to everyone. When we really see, We know who we are. (Recall whatever, and meditate on it.) Each turns to each. Each turns to everyone. When we really see, We know who we are. (Neither worldly wealth nor power nor fame can provide true joy. What, then, can?) Each turns to each. Each turns to everyone. When we really see, We know who we are. - Brian A. J. Salchert 2008-08-24
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
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Bell Drum Ring-ling-ling ring-ah-ling-ling-ling ring-ah-ling-ling-ling ring-ah-ling Ring-ling-ling ring-ah-ling-ling-ling ring-ah-ling-ling-ling ring-ah-ling Boom-uh-boom-boom-boom boom-uh-boom-boom-boom boom-uh-boom-boom-boom boom-uh-boom boom-uh-boom-boom-boom boom-uh-boom-boom-boom boom-uh-boom-boom-boom boom-uh-boom - Brian A. J. Salchert 2008-08-20
Monday, August 18, 2008
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Why? When we got married Why'd you always close the door? When we got married Why'd you close the door? When we got married Why'd you always close the door? When we got married Why'd you close the door? Why'd you want to do that? Why'd you want to do that for? Why'd you want to do that? Why'd you want to do? Why'd you want to do that? Why'd you want to do that for? Why'd you want to do that? Why'd you want to do? - Brian A. J. Salchert 2008-08-18
Saturday, August 16, 2008
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Scatterings Milwaukee Another's child, I enter you tremulously rising into your thirty-two inspiritings, the landmarked node your downtown is, the sweep of parks that ease you to Lake Michigan, city of beers and reataurants, of festivals. So average, exceptional, exuberant, diamond uncut, you represent Wisconsin well, touched as you are by farms and lakes and woods and care, your industry, inventiveness world evident, outlasting what detracts from you. Only those who work for beauty are the real men, the real women; so only when I seek beauty am I whole, real. I honor those who empathize, sweat so others in honest need have food, shelter, clothes, knowledge, heart, wisdom, respect. You, Milwaukee, blessed with buildings of special wealth, are even more special in your citizens, so many of whom deeply love, their differences no barrier, extending their bodies / spirits into the soil, the true, the sky. 7-23-80 - Brian A. J. Salchert 2008-08-16
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Scatterings Praise for Solzhenitsyn In some ways I am illiterate, though I read and read. I have not entered, Alexander, one of your books; yet I know the countries in them cherish life; so even in my ignorance I dance on a hill of clover and breathe the crisp winds of your honesty and feel your homeland's leaders also must despite their preference for shadows and lungs heavy with soot. (????) - Brian A. J. Salchert 2008-08-16
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Scatterings Comfort the shimmery laughs of a willow (????) - Brian A. J. Salchert 2008-08-16
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
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Boating Down the Volga Boating down the Volga/ boating down the Vo-olga. Boating down the Volga/ down the Volga now. Boating down the Volga/ boating down the Vo-olga. Boating down the Volga/ down the Volga now. Where are all the sailors? Where are all the say-aylors? Where have all the sailors/ down the Volga gone? Where are all the sailors? Where are all the say-aylors? Where have all the sailors/ down the Volga gone? - Brian A. J. Salchert 2008-08-13
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
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Scatterings Chess About the game of chess I know: the queen alone most wields the power--not the knights (for all their fancy moving), not the bishops (fervently diagonal), not the rooks (uniquely armed), and surely not the pawns (gutsy munchkins)--that moves their king if, once in battle, moved he'll be, and king indeed, well served, exalt thereby his queen, think generously of his loyal pawns, alive and dead, and his jousting knights, urged and decorated; his adjutant rooks; validate the blessings of his bishops who, false or true, represent Belief; are bishops to the masses. Better to be a blessed king, however dependent upon one's rooks and the holy mobility of one's queen and the valors of one's sacred knights and one's solace in having fearless pawns no matter they be middling: just pawns, than one unblessed. O transcendental bishops, the thought of whom inspires a kingdom's knights and clasps a cape of wonder on its king! But, ah, the eyes of the goddess, the queen, and the deft straight movements of the deep rooks! What graces out of these! Always a rook's intrigue captures, readying behind the pawns to be a last defense with the piercing queen long after, perhaps, the ingenuous bishops have gone; to be a fortress for its king after the earth inters his bloodied knights if not our memories of them. Those knights I'd often be, and have, and am; those rooks, venturing for and enclosing my king, whoever / whatever; and the squat pawns too; and the slicing, nebulous bishops; and that feudal jewel above all, his queen. Though lost be his knights and squiring pawns and castling rooks and angling bishops, what a joyous king with a constant queen! (10-16-82) - Brian A. J. Salchert 2008-08-12
Sunday, August 10, 2008
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Scatterings Breakfast Lunch Supper Snack Eat me, and the rats of Venice will swim in your blood. Eat me, and the flowers of the sun will blossom across your synapses. Eat me, and these gritty bland walls. . . . (2-4-83) - Brian A. J. Salchert 2008-08-10
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Scatterings Nuclear Weapons Reach down; pick up a red & brown maple leaf by its stem. Crush that dryness of edges, veins, & stiff contours in your curious hand quickly, or slowly, as you wish/ but sensuously, letting your mind dwell on how easily it was coaxed to overkill vulnerable beauty even as you are vulnerable beauty waiting, waiting. (????) - Brian A. J. Salchert 2008-08-10
Saturday, August 9, 2008
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Scatterings Accepting Intelligent Beings ". . . a third eye, say, or blue hair covering the nose and forehead," writes Carl Sagan in The Cosmic Connection; or orange skin, or ten feet tall and completely clothed in light-green hair, or suction cups on their soles, or phosphorescent behinds, or webbed/ fingers & toes and functioning gills, or amoebic bodies, or heads without ears eyes noses mouths, or presences of mirror beams. (????) - Brian A. J. Salchert 2008-08-09
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Scatterings The Eye of God From the crescent of moon white shore the sun's windy light excites the air as up through waters shallow & clear it draws against the bright sands a scintillant transfixing hue that takes away imagining or so charges the bodies here they seem the mien of Destiny emerald emerald white white emerald emerald emerald 11-27-82 - Brian A. J. Salchert 2008-08-09
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Scatterings Early FdL Fragment I (To know me is to know the wind, for I Am wayward in my chains; for when the lie Of Europe rocked our world awake to reel Again on ancient plains, my flesh would cry Each night in trembling--trembling, though the heel Of love would walk me hours long; though the tear Of love would glisten. War had made men kneel, Desiring God and boys to end their fear, While I could only whine at things too near. But so was life's position marked/ before I broke the womb. And yet this wind was more Than unseen whines: it was of love the third Alive, a child of Winnebago's shore, Of paradox and rhyme, a child unheard And unaware that time had carved a goal For him. And now he slept: the one whose word Would wring the core of every living soul, The augur-wind, the Baptist of a thunder roll.) One day when I was tricycle free, and air Was summer, came the whom? of drums, the where? Of brass. In wonder wheeled response to both: from Bare Roots and Ragged Limbs - Brian A. J. Salchert 2008-08-09
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Scatterings Lines There is a mystery that exists Which only scholars well resist, And Snodgrass wore the laurel right That "April Inventory" night. from Bare Roots and Ragged Limbs - Brian A. J. Salchert 2008-08-09
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Scatterings Vision I met a vision chalice Gliding down a bend of white All against the charcoal night, All against my death. I met a host of ivory Half-hidden by that sacred rim; No other seemed attuned to Him But one beneath his breath. No other seemed attuned to Him As all against the charcoal night I met a vision chalice; I met the Host of sight. from Bare Roots and Ragged Limbs - Brian A. J. Salchert 2008-08-09
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Scatterings One for Easter A stone rolled out will never return Nor linen be used again, Nor wise men prove From cave to cave That Christ was only One of them; For tunnel life is narrow life And walls were meant to be despised, And only those of candle strength Are truly wise. from Bare Roots and Ragged Limbs - Brian A. J. Salchert 2008-08-09
Friday, August 8, 2008
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Scatterings Sir Thomas and the Marsh Mallow Sir Thomas took a walk one day Along a Scottish fen And there he met a little boy And said he'd come again. Sir Thomas took a walk one day But found the boy was gone. Is he at home, Sir Thomas thought, Or on the town square's lawn? O I guess I cannot bother now With boys that disappear. But o the mallow that he held; So early in the year! If only I might find that globe And turn it once myself. Yet, how could anything replace Its turning by an elf? Sir Thomas, you're a goodly man; You pay your monthly debts. Perhaps if you get close enough He'll let you touch, perhaps. Sir Thomas, a goodly man you are, But do you really care To touch the spotted marsh mallow, Though it be round and fair? The fen is such a swampy place-- So full of mud and weeds-- That any wandering through such muck An idiot it needs. Sir Thomas, you're a goodly man, But surely not a nut. You'd better let the elf alone Get cold and wet: tut, tut. from Bare Roots and Ragged Limbs - Brian A. J. Salchert 2008-08-08
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Scatterings In Honor of Beethoven Resist the rainful cumuli of nine Eternities? It were as much a sin To chain the bee, or once to undermine The winter artistry of wind that's been Delighting God, and men who bend enough. Why, even streets that always shadow boys, Since concrete hives eclipse the light they love, Believe those clouds sufficient cause for joys. Then let us run the measures of them; feel That cool commotion their approach pursues, Those grey toboggans sprayed with billowed snow. Let us inhale the augur-air and keel Against it, children touched by happy news, Children wet with the full symphonic flow. from Bare Roots and Ragged Limbs - Brian A. J. Salchert 2008-08-08
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Scatterings Cinquain Movement So strange, so real, All bound by hands and squares, Free as autumn milkweed flights-- Human. from Bare Roots and Ragged Limbs - Brian A. J. Salchert 2008-08-08
Monday, August 4, 2008
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Scatterings To a Water Strider Surface walker Conqueror of where we drown, How you burn in me; yet, How your momentary glide and flash Corral a hostile eye! . . . damn it, Thin frustrator, Leveler of while we're proud, I would cripple you, you, Could my transitory god and flesh Undo a foreign art. --But you are less and less to me, And I am glad humanity walks in depth.-- from Bare Roots and Ragged Limbs - Brian A. J. Salchert 2008-08-04
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Warning Don't swim in the water. Don't swim in the wah-ahter. Don't swim in the water. The dump. The dump. The dump. Don't swim in the water. Don't swim in the wah-ahter. Don't swim in the water. The dump. The dump. The dump. Look what's in the water. Look what's in the water. Look what's in the water. The dump. The dump. The dump. Look what's in the water. Look what's in the water. Look what's in the water. The dump. The dump. The dump. Brian A. J. Salchert 2008-08-04
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Scatterings Song "If you can't think, at least sing." Theodore Roethke And let the flowers die. And let the webs unloosen to a ball. There is no reason to abjure the sky-- There is no reason, son, at all. If thinking makes your brook run dry, Go spin your feelings through the eyes of wit; Go spin the lily pads against the fly. A song will/ make at least/ a stream of it. from Bare Roots and Ragged Limbs - Brian A. J. Salchert 2008-08-04
Sunday, August 3, 2008
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Scatterings Io The summer elves are caves away, All land and sea in fire play, Cool earth accepts the sleepy toad; The swallows now are mourned a day. Determined here to curse or pray, I can't deny a quiet road, Though loath to leave my plot, unhoed. Much better so to ease this load And save my spirit from despair Than stand much moved by autumn's goad, Still: someone Charon has not rowed Across the Styx for lack of fare. A robin shivers through the air To marshy warmth, and I'm aware Twice over now that I must set Aside these tools and make my care Revolve no more around a spare, Restricted world; but quickly get Beyond these furrows--out, and let My will explore from debt to debt The trail the swallows took last night, And how those people I have met Will differ from those coming yet, And how a year of green turns white. from Bare Roots and Ragged Limbs - Brian A. J. Salchert 2008-08-03
sw00958sc-links.entry21
Scatterings [ Last modified: 2009-07-28 ] [ This is a work-in-progress. ] [ This book's first poem is already online in this journal. Therefore, the initial link will be to that entry, an entry which includes an image of the chapbook it is in. ] The Rueful Soldier poem 1 - Io poem 2 - Song poem 3 - To a Water Strider poem 4 - Cinquain poem 5 - In Honor of Beethoven poem 6 - Sir Thomas and the Marsh Mallow poem 7 - One for Easter poem 8 - Vision poem 9 - Lines poem 10 - Early FdL Fragment poem 11 - The Eye of God poem 12 - Accepting Intelligent Beings poem 13 - Nuclear Weapons poem 14 - Breakfast Lunch Supper Snack poem 15 - Chess poem 16 - Comfort poem 17 - Praise for Solzhenitsyn poem 18 - Milwaukee poem 19 - Preface poem 20 - Reflection .5 poem 21 - Parable poem 22 - The air poem 23 - To ____ poem 24 - Emptiness poem 25 - Recognition and Resolve poem 26 - Pattern poem 27 - March 1, 1972 poem 28 - Repetitions poem 29 - Repetitions 2 poem 30 - Wells Mfg. Corp. Plastics Department poem 31 - The New Seasons poem 32 - Name This River: Longhorn poem 33 - Untitled poem 34 - Pavan poem 35 - After Bar Closing poem 36 - Cautionary poem 37 - With Apologies poem 38 - The Purple Fox poem 39 - Three poem 40 - Glints of the Sun poem 41 - The Owl-Man's Response poem 42 - Interlude poem 43 - - Brian A. J. Salchert 2008-08-03 see shdiary-d49 for poem1
sw00957d57--books-note
Have been finding more old poems of mine. Am going to begin a new book: Scatterings. Will be using an "s" after the sw##### for it. If my verses do not interest you, let the "s" stand for skip. Since it's already up and has no home, "The Rueful Soldier" will be the first one, and then the others from the chapbook it's in which are not yet up. Limiting this book to old works, however, is not likely. Since it will have a link in it, the first Scatterings entry will be: sw00958sc-links.entry21. Yesterday I changed the title of my sonnet opus to 1976 Today because I put back one of the deleted poems and expect to be putting all back. There are 13 left. I've placed them in an offline folder along with the original versions of the 2 which have been returned. - Brian A. J. Salchert 2008-08-03
Saturday, August 2, 2008
sw00956d56--birds-of-the-world
Here is a link to www.earthlife.net birds section in which there is information about extinct birds. - Here is one to www.bsc-eoc.org where there are links to other bird sites. Brian A. J. Salchert 2008-08-02